Above me a dove in flight. A slight movement in Poem by Peter van Lier

Above me a dove in flight. A slight movement in
branches, the rustling
of the leaves is nice. Small clouds, real white ones, drift slowly,
slowly past. Another dove: dove-laden weather.
A child sits in quite tall grass,
beside it a dog with
drooping ears. Make a note of its breathing - quite
quick but entirely
regular -, for example.